User blog comment:Rawfan56/The Otter Tribes/@comment-1222705-20110427124826

''as Pan lands, and in the same instance he presses his javelin, he feels the cold steel of Martin's Blade as his neck. Silver grins slightly'' "Stalemate. Be this a real fight, you would stab me, but in the moments during that, and before I die, I would has cut your throat. We'd both win, but we'd both lose. in other words, a draw"